Dressed as” nonata” flesh, a Philadelphian experiment that transports them to an atomic precipice. In search of the agora where to free oneself from the exorbitant eyes that look at them … they touch and undress vulgarly.

Yes. The inquisition walks between the flesh of Eva, scrutinizing the order that makes up the ribs of the mud.

Do they sin? – No, father. They do not sin.

But they may lead the catharsis that liberates this blind humanity, of chains and cassocks.

Basements where there is death. They, the skin where the new seeds are generated … die, and are annihilated, tortured, crushed … by sticks by inferior beings.
Members of the same race.


estidas de carne nonata, un experimento filadelfia que las transporta hacía un precipicio atómico. En busca del ágora donde liberarse de los ojos desorbitados que las miran… tocan y desnudan vulgarmente.

Si. La inquisición camina entre las carnes de Eva, escudriñando el orden que conforman las costillas del barro.

¿Ellas pecan? – No, padre. Ellas no son pecado.

Pero puede que lideren la catarsis que libere esta ciega humanidad, de cadenas y sotanas.

Sótanos donde hay muerte. Ellas, la piel donde se engendran las nuevas semillas… mueren, y son aniquiladas, torturadas, machacadas… a palos por seres inferiores.

Miembros de la misma raza.

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